Teaching Patricia Dream

Patricia pulled Nikky aside after too many glasses of wine. "I need it deeper," she confessed. "His cock, the toys—none of them hit the spot I know is there." Nikky smirked, leaned closer, and whispered one filthy little secret. Moments later Patricia was on her back, knees drawn tight to her chest. Nikky worked the thick silicone head past slick folds until her entrance gave, swallowing the toy inch by slick inch until the flared base pressed flush to her cunt. Patricia felt the head nudge the sensitive ridge deep inside, a slow, heavy stretch that made her muscles flutter. She gasped, then screamed as Nikky began short, powerful thrusts. Every stroke slammed that bundle of nerves, forcing wetness to spill down her thighs. The room filled with the wet slap of silicone against skin and the raw, keening cries that tore from Patricia’s throat. She came hard, cunt pulsing around the invasion, thighs shaking, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, and still Nikky kept driving it home.